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Reblog if you're currently playing with your girly pussy

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reblog to forcemasc prev

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jesus ive been rubbing my sloppy cunt for days to detrans posts. i dont know what got into me. im a man, yet this makes me so horny. im having the best orgasms of my life to thoughts of being treated like a girl, impregnated, publicly detrasitioned. what should i do?

Keep going. The more you rub yourself the less your brain will fight the idea of detransitioning. You'll start to condition yourself. The pleasure slowly but surely changing how you think, making it so that the things you once hated now turn you on. So keep rubbing. Rub until you realize you love your pussy. Rub until you love your tits. Rub until you truly believe your purpose is to get knocked. Rub your silly thoughts away.

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imagine an older misogynist woman teaching an mtf that he’s just a pervy man n turning him into a misogynistic femboy

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i wonder what happens next... 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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Hiya

Anybody know blogs that used to reblog my stuff a lot? Send 'em to me, or just say 'hi'. Trying to repost some of my old stuff pre-nuke. Thanks a bunch.

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Reblog if you're a girl spending your twenties reblogging fucked up porn on Tumblr and rubbing your cunt for the approval of men old enough to be your father.

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Amy looked at the website with confused apprehension. "ApeFist.net" it was called, the design looking straight out of the early 2000s; a simple gif of a starry night sky repeated ad nauseum forms the whole of the background page. "I thought Geocities died?" she thought.

At the fore of the webpage there was a small box for text input with the words "Make your Wish" sitting above it.

At first Amy laughed at it. The link had been spammed by some raider on her favorite trans support discord; it was stupid to even click on it, but she was compelled to check what it was in hopes that it was some kind of NFT scam - she loved making fun of NFT bros and so did most of the server.

She didn't really believe in wishes either, certainly not those given out by a webpage less modern than Craigslist. However that does not mean she had nothing to wish for. Amy's transition was a lifesaver, but her personal results are much less than she was hoping for. She started at age 19 and now at age 24 she's worried that the bulk of her transition is over. Her tiny mosquito bite tits can barely fit an A cup and her hips are practically non-existant - this combined with a general lack of confidence keeps her from being very confidant in her personal style.

After a couple minutes of consideration, she shrugs her shoulders and types into the box.

> I wish I had the body of a thick goth girl with big boobs.

She hit enter and immediately felt silly, she basically just fell for an equivalent of chain mail.

That was before the burning started.

A fire erupted in Amy's chest as she keeled over into the fetal position. Her chest began inflating outwards, settling at two jiggly mounds that were about the size of basketballs. Her stomach grew outwards with a healthy layer of fat as her hips and ass ballooned, giving her that super thick hourglass figure. Her skin prickled as it slowly lightened to a near pale white, her hair itched as it turned into a stylish black bob, and her clothes melted into a simple all black outfit.

When the pain subsided, she took stock of her body; grabbing at her curves and pawing at her crotch to realize her little e-dick had even turned into a pussy. She looked back to the computer to see not the wishing website but... a webcam software? Why was that...

She immediately became drowsy, the late golden hours of the sun shining through the window as it fades ever closer to nightfall. She passes out onto the couch.

---

Amy awoke to the sound of... Moaning? She was sitting up now in what felt like a desk chair. When she opened her eyes she could see through the groggy glaze a computer screen with... herself on it. Her new, goth self at least.

She was squeezing her tits and moaning provacatively into the camera - Amy could see the name at the bottom of the stream: "bigtiddygothgf".

As she came more and more to her senses she expected to feel what her body was doing on the stream, but as she became more intune with her body she became aware of a different stimulation. A hand wrapped around her cock.

She looked down, the messy contents of the desk flashing by her view before it settles on her body. A hairy man's body with a much bigger cock than she'd ever had before. She wanted to freak out, to scream, but all she could let out was a loud grunt as her hand continued to mercilessly jack off her huge, hard, manly cock.

She saw the username next to the chat input textbox: "FatBalls88". 88? Was she a 35 year old man now? The thought died as the stroke of her hand passed the head of her cock once more, matched by the perfect bouncing of the goth girl's tits on the screen.

"Fuck... So hot..."

She didn't say that! Or... did he? She was slowly losing context for why she was here, memories of her life as Amy, her job, the struggles of her transition, the events just preceding these, all began to be replaced with "Adam". Adam is a 35 year old self proclaimed "deadbeat"; in truth he's not doing that bad, he's got a fine apartment, a good job, and he keeps in reasonable shape. What he does not have is a girlfriend, explaining his semi-excessive spending on cam girls.

Amy fought back against these thoughs. "I could use a beer, that would help." She thought before realizing that was more of Adam consuming her. Amy was being deleted from all sides and shlacked over with Adam as s-s-- he came ever closer to cumming.

*click*

"Oh! Thanks for another donation FB! You're my favorite viewer." the girl smooched out at the camera while jiggling her massive tits with her hands.

Adam exploded, his eyes rolled back into his head as white hot cum splattered the bottom of his desk. His chair creaks with strain as his limp body leans further and further backwards. The absolute destruction of whatever remained of Amy and the sudden influx of everything that was Adam left the man dazed for quite awhile only to gain awareness of a ticking sound from the stream.

A spinning wheel full of the names of everyone who donated this stream stuck in front of the visage of "bigtiddygothgf". Adam grunted primally, angry that he could no longer ogle the tits, until...

"Omg FB congrats! Y'know you're my best supporter I think you deserve it the most. DM me and we'll see where we can meet up!"

Adam shook off his lusthaze and remembered: the promise of this stream was that each $1 donated gave you a chance to meet up with the goth cam girl and fuck her live on her next show.

Knocking trash and old beer bottles to the floor he rushed to attention at his keyboard and slid into her dms to set a date.

"Finally," he thought "I'll have that body all for myself..."

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i need a transphobic boyfriend

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Convincing an ftm girl’s boyfriend that he’s not dating a boy, but a silly girl who needs to be corrected.

Then relishing in seeing her slowly turn into the feminine girl she should be, knowing that I’m the reason she was shown her place and probably fucked by her now straight boyfriend

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Don't know if anything more needs to be said

She's doing her proper womanly duty of letting her body be easily ogled and not saying anything

What a role model

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i’m high and horny and thinking about being degraded by straight men 😵‍💫

pls convince me that i’m faking being trans and make me show you my pussy <3

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I just wanted to leave encouragement for the shy anon ftm. I was once where you are. Now I'm owning/wearing female clothes again; dabbling into cosmetics, my hormone levels tested in the high female range again and I won't go near any BC because complete strangers told me not to which makes my love of bare sex risky yet hot (if I'm bred then it was meant to happen); I'm back to the slutty self I was in my teen years before I took the path of transition, and have finally admitted after trying twice to espace this kink/fetish that I can't stop... If you ever need or want to chat, you're welcome to hit me up.

(My DMs are always open. ;) I just to to be supportive if I can and let 'em know.)

Being good girl inspiration is a good girl’s aspiration. 🙂 You can always depend on your ftm sisters to show you just how good healing your femininity will feel. Detransition is the final phase of ftm metamorphosis, where the female self realigns with the female body. You finally realize that not only is trying to be a man pointless, but being a woman feels so much more natural and is what you truly desire. It’s liberating to be bound by your anatomy. It’s arousing to be forced to accept that you’re a slave to your biology. You were never going to escape your pussy, so now you’re going to let her ruin your life. Talking helps. Reach out to other girls and share your progress with each other. Reach out to chasers and ask to be corrected. Expose yourself online. Strengthen your addiction. You’re going to relapse no matter what.

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You need help.

If you have a cock but think you're a girl, or have a cunt but think you're a man, then you need mental help to cure your delusion. You don't need "acceptance" or people feeding that delusion. Biology is simple, and there is a defined difference between male and female.

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You get me off the hardest

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You and your girlfriend decide you should ask your hormone clinician if there's anything you can do to help you get your dick up, as Spiro and Estrogen have almost completely killed your ability to get, let alone retain, an erection.

Your girlfriend was very much a butch, but she loved your girlcock. You would think from looking at her that she was a dominant but she has quite the sub streak in her, and wants to throat your girlcock way more often.

You meet with your clincian, who complements you as always about how well your body has taken to the treatment; how well you pass. You tell her about your problem and she happily signs off on a prescription of Viagra for you. "Y'know, plenty of trans women are doing it." she says to ease your mild discomfort, knowing Viagra is so associated with men.

You swing out to your pharmacy on the way home, and the moment you walk through the door to your apartment your girlfriend immediately inquires as to what they did. You show her the bottle of Viagra and her eyes go wide. "We're trying this right now."

Three months of the most passionate, primal, thigh slapping sex you've ever had with your girlfriend ensues. Until about a week away from your next visit to the clinic, she's giving you a comparitively unenthused blowjob. "Is something wrong?" you ask, your rock hard girlcock going in and out of her cheek. "I dunno... You're hard and that's great but... The texture is still so soft? And could you maybe grow a bit of hair down here?" She says casually. You knew that you, in fact, could not grow hair down there. You used to shave your downstairs regularly and after about two years of Estrogen and practically 0 T in your system, the hair simply stopped growing.

"I guess I could ask them to lower my Spiro dose? Actually I've heard from friends Spiro gives super brainfog so honestly that might just be the best plaaaahhh~" Your girlfriend runs the tip of her tongue down a sensitive spot on your cockhead, rewarding your agreement.

A week passes and you once again return to the clinician, complements are given, greivances are explained, and your clinician (with only mild hesitation) halves your spiro prescription, with the caveat that you return for bloodwork in a month and a smaller check-in thereafter.

It takes about a week for you to feel any different, but suddenly you notice... Mental changes. Things that you wouldn't have paid any mind to before suddenly enthralling you. Your local punky barista's tits smushed together so tight that her deep cleave is visible even through a polo shirt, a lady at the supermarket in leggings with the fattest, juiciest ass you think you've ever seen, and of course your GF. The way she sticks her ass out while she cooks, how she presses her ample tits into your comparitively unimpressive chest. You find yourself grinding into her in bed, then on the couch, then even while standing over the stove.

Over the next three weeks the changes your girlfriend was so eager for start to appear, your cock becomes more rigid, even growing an inch or so. The hair grows slowly after the first week and by the fourth your left with a nice bush, one that you've shoved your girlfriend's nose into at least once a day since it grew in. Your girlfriend, by the way, is loving it. Every break from her WFH job is beating your cock, slamming it into the back of her throat, or sliding it deep into her pussy.

Your eyes are rolled back into your skull as she jacks your cock with her hand. You hear some kind of noise but you can't quite parse what it is over the pleasure; over her voice. "You know what would be perfect? If your cock had some heavy musk to it. That would make me go crazy for you, baby. Maybe you should try to get on T?"

The words bounced around your empty skull until your girlfriend took her hands off your cock to look at your buzzing phone. You brain filled with need and lust, you hadn't cum yet.

"Oh, babe, your appointment is in 15."

App...oint...ment? Your pleasure drunk brain took a moment to process the words. "Oh shit! My appointment!" You shot out of bed and got into the quickest clothes you could put on, a baggy tshirt and some jeans, and rushed out the door.

By the time you got there, your brain was still completely addled from the pleasure and need for release. When you walked up to the front desk your eyes locked on to the attendent's tits. "Umm... Excuse me?"

It took you a moment to realize you'd been spoken to. You look her in the eyes lazily.

"Who are you?"

You were confused, usually the attendants recognized you on sight. You told her your name.

"Oh! Oh my god I hardly recognized you with the fac-. I mean- you look great, sorry about that."

She directed you to the waiting room as per usual and you pulled out your phone to check your reflection. Sure enough, you had developed the patchy startings of a beard and mustache. Through the needy cock haze, this realization somehow meant nothing to you. You just wanted this appointment to be over as fast as possible so you could go home and empty your balls.

You sit down with your clinician, and she says some stuff to you. You only catch little bits. "T levels approaching... detransition... progress... You see it, don't you?"

It takes you a moment to realize you've been asked something. You scour your brain for some kind of response. Your mouth spits out the last coherent thing you remember hearing.

"Maybe I should try to get on T."

Your clinician gives you a stern look. "If that's how you feel, I cannot in good faith prescribe you feminizing hormones any longer." She scribbles on her notepad. "Here, take this. It's a small dose of T that will help supplement your levels until your natural hormones return to normal levels. You're free to go."

You eagerly leave the building to return to your girlfriend.

|Six Months Later...|

Your girlfriend gags and slobbers as she tries to fit the full length of your massive cock in her mouth. Your heavy balls are so desperate to unload down her throat. She runs her hands up your manly physique as her eyes roll back and she moans like a total whore. You looked down at her. She was wearing such a pretty, slutty dress and her hair was long and beautiful... A voice in the very back of your mind said she didn't always look like this... That she used to be a butchy, punk dyke... But that...

Your brain course corrects as she starts to massage your balls while throating your cock. 'I'm such a stud, of course I would break a dyke if I wanted to.'

The phrase 'Dykebreaking stud' repeated through your mind until you finally came, drowning your girlfriend in your seed. She swallowed most of it, returning her tongue to your sloppy wet cock afterward. "Thank you, Daddy~" She says, hopping up into your lap and shoving the plastic tits you made her get into your face. You wrap one muscular arm around her waist while the other massive hand takes a hold of one of her fat asscheeks. She moans and giggles at being groped like this. "Anything for my babygirl." You say, kissing her on the forehead. Your brain was a little... Slow nowadays, with the constant primal rutting and fucking. Your memory had for the most part escaped you. But you knew one thing for certain-

You and her were made for eachother.

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Reblog if you'll PUBLICLY answer anything in your ask right now.